words

 

words are prisons

seemingly locking I in them

happening on a daily basis

on a second-to-second basis

 

a word is uttered

and reality seemingly is captured

attained

finally it’s known

arrived at

makes sense

becomes familiar

 

but it comes with a price tag

and in paying it

there is

seemingly

a loss of freedom

of transparency

fluidity

 

with words comes a heaviness

comes solidity

light becomes tight

color becomes shape

oneness births manyness

what is turns into what’s supposed to be

 

a sensation is present

a word tags it and sadness is born

following sadness many words may come

and a story is born

and a character is born

 

a simple raw sensation

bridges over to an imagined other shore

and duality is born

between the banks of dreamed opposites

a character floats in the river of life

 

a character living in a word

and in that word life stands in apparent captivity

Seeing seems trapped in its own imaginings

 

but now

just for a second

imagine

I don’t have a name

 

imagine how it feels

imagine the freedom

 

but go beyond imagining

because

I don’t actually have a name

 

likewise

nothing has a name

 

a chair is not the word chair

nor the sound chair

there is no chair

there is no sky

or world

or persons

 

words are prisons

symbols

labels

arbitrary

random sounds

absolutely disconnected from the things themselves

 

life has no words

 

in the Seeing that is I

nothing has a name

words are just objects of Seeing

just like the objects referred to by those very words

the object-chair, the word-chair, the sound-chair

three completely distinct objects

three shades of One Seeing

 

feel the freedom of no words

no concepts

everything is exactly as it is

everything is exactly as it seems

beyond words

what could be there except

what is seen as it’s seen?

who could deceive who

if there is only one?

 

nothing is as it seems

is a precious advice given

to the idea of a person

but emptied of words

everything is as it seems

 

but even that is too much labor

eternally

Seeing Is

 

~ Elijah Williams ~

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